Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants you dead.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A map of Kenosha, Wisconsin
A lovely cobweb
A beer hat
A Cloak of Inevitability
A chewed up wad of Wrigley's Doublemint Gum removed from the bottom of a seat at Yankee Stadium
A roman dodecahedron
A fine feathered friend
A VCR Tape labeled "Saturday Night Live 11/19/88"
A handful of perfectly sauced spaghetti
A Left Glove

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